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- Your mother decides to read you
- One last bedtime story
- Before she turns off the light and goes to bed
- The wires and cords connecting you to her
- They twitch and tangle
- They lace you with songs of happiness
- With opera of fear and anger
- Of fond memories, bitter moments
- Of friends you never had
- And of enemies you handpicked yourself
- His face, swimming in the midst of it all
- Butterflies escape his lips and flutter before your eyes
- The record plays aside you
- You tug on the wires
- And with each one you pull, you get a little more tired
- Your mother scolds you loudly
- The geometry adorning your arms still stings
- Your lips meet his own
- And your stomach swells
- Your eyes cloud up, they burn
- You can no longer see the nest you have embraced
- You close your eyes
- And you go to sleep
- With him in your hands
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